Posted by: mysaintjohn | June 14, 2009

The raven and the gull…

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“Tell you something,” the Raven said. “I was flying over the Midwest once.” He stopped abruptly, closed his eyes for a moment, opened them, and began again. “I was flying over the Midwest. Iowa or Illinois, or some place like that. And I saw this big damned seagull. Right in the middle of Iowa, a seagull. And he was flying around in big, wide circles, real sweeping circles, the way a seagull flies, flapping his wings just enough to keep on the updrafts. Every time he saw water he’d go flying down toward it, yelling, ‘I found it! I found it!’ The poor sonofabitch was looking for the ocean. And every time he saw water,he thought that was the ocean. He didn’t know anything about ponds or lakes or anything. All the water he ever saw was the ocean. He thought that was all the water there was.” ~ Peter S Beagle, A FINE AND PRIVATE PLACE

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